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Awa’ wi’ your witchcraft o’ beauty's alarms, The slender bit beauty you grasp in your arms; O, gie me the lass that has acres o’ charms. O, gie me the lass wi’ the weel stock it farms. Then hey for a lass wi’ a tocher. Then hey for a lass wi’ a tocher. Then hey Tor a lass wi’ a tocher. The nice yellow guineas for me,

Your beauty’s a flower in the morning that blows, And withers the faster, the faster it grows; But the rapturous charm o’ the bonnie green knowes, Ilk spring they’re new deckit wi’ bonnie white yowes. Then hey, &c.

And e’en when this beauty your bosom has blest, The brightest o’ beauty may cloy when possest; But the sweet yellow darlings, wi’ Geordie imprest, The langer ye hae them the mair they’re imprest. Then hey, &c.